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Big Bad Wolf

Bob Gray x Reader | Smut Request

Anon Request: Any chance of a bob gray Drabble about him finding a girl outside his house crying after her boyfriend breaks up with her, like he lures her in by comforting her and then fucks her silly like the creepy pervert he is, very specific request I know but I feel like he'd definitely be one to take advantage of a vulnerable girl.

A/N | WARNING: I made this very filthy and degrading. With that being said, I need to put a trigger warning. If anyone is sensitive to: degradation, rough sex, bodily fluids and/or CNC kink (Consensual Non-consensual), Please DO NOT READ. This 5,000+ word bad boy turned out to be kinda dark. This shit is nasty, and I should probably be ashamed of myself.

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Today had turned out to be one of the worst days of your life. A night out with your boyfriend had turned into a complete shitshow. Silly you, you had thought that maybe he had taken you out and been acting so nervous the whole time because he was going to propose to you.

Oh, how wrong you were.

Instead, here you were; dumped out on your ass, alone and bawling your eyes out as you sat on the sidewalk in front of an old rickety house on Neibolt Street.

"'Fraid I'm gonna have to ask why a pretty little thing like you is crying in front of my doorstep," a gravelly voice called from behind you.

You gasped, your head snapping around towards the sound to be met by an unusually tall, thin man that stood in the doorway of the house. He was wearing an old pair of slacks, with a billowy long-sleeved shirt that was stained with what looked like white paint. He had long, spindly limbs, like a spider -- he looked downright malnourished, with a receding hairline to boot.

He had a vacant stare in his piercing blue eyes as he gazed down at you, they seemed to look through you more than they actually looked at you. A small smile formed on his face, revealing two sharper teeth in the front of his mouth.

He seemed a bit.. Odd..

Okay, he was really odd, and even odder looking -- creepy, even. But there was something about him that seemed almost charming at the same time, and you couldn't help but stay put right where you were. Any other time, your better instincts would tell you to get the hell out of there, but no such thoughts popped into your conciousness now.

You wiped the tears from your eyes, smoothing down your dress over your knees as you stood up, sniffling and feeling a little more than embarrassed by your current predicament.

"Excuse me, sir. I'm sorry," you choked. "Just a bad day.. I didn't know anyone was-"

He chuckled lightly. "I know a broken heart when I see one," he said, giving you a knowing nod. His eyes were narrowed at you in a peculiar way. "Why don't you step in? Get yourself together before you go on your way. Little thing like you shouldn't be around here alone, especially not in the state you're in."

Well, he did have a point, didn't he?

"I wouldn't want to impose," you gave him a small head shake.

"Not imposing at all, you'd brighten an old man's day," he croaked, opening the door wider to the inside of his house, ushering you in.

Something inside you was telling you not to go in, to just walk away and get as far away from this menacing place as possible, but it was too late. The motioning of his long, bony fingers and his smile convinced you otherwise. You took a few small steps forward, still apprehensive as you looked up to him. His frame was large and lurching, and it was obvious that he wouldnt take no for an answer.

You gave him a small smile as you walked past him. You could feel his eyes moving over your body as you entered through the door. It was a dirty feeling to know that he was leering at you, and yet there seemed to be not a whole lot you could do to stop yourself from going right along with him anyway.

The floorboards of the old house creaked as you stepped through the door. The house was dimly lit, and the smell inside of it was musty, with dust seemingly covering the whole place. Something was very off about the place and the man as a whole.

"So, what's your name?" You asked, turning back to face him as he closed the door quickly.

His large frame turned towards you. "The name is Bob Gray, and you, pretty thing?"

The way he said "Pretty thing" made your skin crawl, but it also made a familiar heat rise in the pit of your stomach.

"It's (Y/N)," you said shyly, brushing a piece of loose hair behind your ear.

"Well, (Y/N), wanna tell me why you were out there crying?" Bob questioned, cocking his head at you as he took another step forward.

"My- my boyfriend dumped me," you admitted, chewing the side of your lip.

"Awwe," he cooed, curling his top lip to reveal his sharpened teeth again, "Well that's a damn shame. What's wrong with him.. Not man enough?"

You let out a nervous laugh, taking a step back as he took a big step forward, towering over you as he gazed down at you, focused solely on your face and your changing facial expressions. He seemed very fixated on watching how you reacted to every word that left his overly wet lips. You had just noticed that here seemed to be stray patches of that same white paint that was on his shirt on his face

His lips parted, and drool began to puddle within the crevice between his gums and bottom up until it overflowed, a string of it dangling loosely until it separated from his plump lip, dropping to the floor in front of your feet. You winced at the sight. The man didn't seem all the way there, if at all. He was creepy and clearly disgusting, and it was starting to show the longer you stood in this dilapidated kitchen with him.

"I guess so," you shrugged, your eyes fixated on the door behind him. "I think I'm just gonna be headed out now."

You tried to step around him but before you could, slender fingers caught you by the arm. He held you in place as he rolled his eyes to you, giving you that same, vacant stare under a heavy brow.

"Why don't you stay a while." It wasn't a question or a suggestion. He was telling you that he had no plans on letting you leave.

"Oh no," you squeaked. You could feel the slow rising burning his your chest as a slow moving wave of panic began to set in. "Please, just let me leave now, mister."

He chuckled, his lips upturning into a pointed smile. "Shy little thing, aren't ya? No need for that now, darlin'."

"I need to go," your voice was strained, trying to remain calm as you gently tried to pull yourself away from him.

He jerked you closer to him, staring down at you with eyes that had very obviously shifted from blue to golden right before you. "Why don't you let ol' Bob take care you, babydoll?"

"What?" You gulped, trying to swallow down that lump of fear that was stuck in your throat.

"Oh, c'mon now, I don't think it a coincidence you ended up by my doorstep.. You little whores always find a way to me," he crooned in a revolting tone, another glob of saliva dripping from his lips. "Just close your eyes."

"Fuck you," you snapped at him, trying to jerk your arm away.

But it was a failed attempt, and he overpowered you without so much as breaking a sweat as he grabbed ahold of your throat with the other hand, squeezing around your windpipe until you gasped for air. He shoved you back against the old, wooden kitchen table as he gave you a violent shake, lowering his head to yours. His hot breathe was blowing in your face as he took a breathe in, smelling you.

And why the fuck did this send a jolt of arousal through you?

He chuckled, giving you a big, wicked grin as he held onto you tightly. His fingers were still digging into your throat, pressing in so tightly you began to feel light-headed. "Oh, yes. Yes, you certainly will, like a good little fucktoy.. I can smell you.. you think I can't already feel that your cunt is dripping and desperate to be filled.. Filled by me."

"Get off me," you tried to push him away from you, panicked and coughing for air. "You fucking freak."

"Oho, now that's rude, princess." An audible growl escaped Bob's throat as he shook you again, making your neck pop as he slammed you against the kitchen table. A cry escaped you as you felt our lower back hit the side of the table, a jolt of pain shooting up your spine. "Shut your fucking mouth, stupid little girl."

He stared down at you, wrapping both hands around your throat now as he watched, smiling with a sick glee as you began to turn red from the pressure he exuded on your neck. He lowered his head, pressing his wet lips against yours as he slipped his tongue inside of your mouth, sliding it down your throat.

What was wrong with his tongue? Why the fuck was it that long -- What was this guy? And why the fuck were you beginning to get wet with each increasingly perverted thing he did to you?

You moved against him, a muffled scream escaping you as you tried to push him off of you again to no avail. He began to get a little more than annoyed with you as he pulled himself away from you, grunting something under his breath that you couldn't make out, with his heavy brow creasing as he pressed you back onto the table again, forcing your legs to spread to let him step between them as a sharp slap from him seared the skin across your face.

This is the shit that shouldn't be getting you turned on.

"Please, don't hurt me," you begged, your breathing was beginning to get get shallow and ragged as you tried to force yourself to remain calm.

He watched you as you sat there, fearful and completely at his mercy as you begged and pleaded with him. None of your words held any weight with him, though, and he was getting such a sickening satisfaction to know what he was doing to you. He pressed himself in between your legs, and you could feel his cock was hard and straining against the old slacks that he wore as he rolled his hips into you once, grinding against your clothed slit.

"Mmm, daddy ain't gonna hurt ya.. Not too badly anyway, not as long as you be a good slut for me," he cooed in a deep, throaty tone.

He pressed his large hands against your breasts, humming and grunting like some feral beast as he squeezed them together until it hurt. You yelped, frozen in place, and you didn't dare move a muscle. You didn't know if it was purely out of fear or your curiosity for wanting to know just what else this terrible man was going to do to you. He pressed his erection into your cunt again, keeping a slow pace as he dry humped you.

He ripped into your dress with ease as he slipped it off of your shoulders, letting the flimsy material pool at your sides on the table as his attention went back to your exposed breasts. The drool dripped consistently from his lips now, most of it landing right on your bare thighs. He slapped your breasts with his hand, seeming intent on not letting any part of it feel good as he hunched over, pressing his mouth to your heated skin, sucking and biting into one of your nipples.

You whimpered at the pain, the tears beginning to well up in your eyes as you sniffled, a few stray drops staining your cheeks as you opened yourself up for him, hoping he take the attention away from your breasts.

Suddenly you were wondering what his tongue would feel like inside of you.

He rolled his eyes up to get a look of your face. "Oh, little girl, seeing you cry only makes my cock harder," he said lowly, almost a moan. It was more than clear that he was truly enjoying himself.

God, he was nothing but a fucking bastard.

"No, no, no..," was all you could say as your voice trailed off, your mind in a daze as you stared into his golden eyes.

He reached his hand between the two of you, pressing two of his slender fingers on your wet, clothed pussy. He hummed again, definitely not overlooking just how wet you were. He pressed into you, slipping by the delicate underwear as he pushed a finger into your entrance before pulling it back out. He brought the hand up to his face, sniffing at his fingers before lapping all them in a vulgar display with his tongue.

"You say no.. But this dripping cunt of yours says otherwise.. What's the matter... ashamed? Embarrased that you're a filthy bitch in heat that wants ol' Bob to fill your tight, soaking cunt? Ain't that right?"

"Fuck you," you growled again, narrowing your eyes at him, knowing that he was right.

As fucked up and sadistic as it was, it was turning you on beyond belief, and you just wanted this filthy fucking pervert to fuck you ragged on this goddamn kitchen table, to make you his fucktoy and degrade you in ways you wouldn't speak about again after it was over.

"Disrespectful little cunt," he growled.

Suddenly, without warning, he spit in your face, leaving you stunned as you looked up at him, the tears mixing in with his saliva on your cheek as he reached up, spreading it over your face with his hand, further degrading you as much as he possibly could. He shoved his dirty fingers into your mouth, pushing them down into your throat, making you gag. He tasted like cheap whiskey, popcorn and tobacco.

"Don't bite my fingers now.. Wouldn't want to have to rip some of your teeth out, would I, pretty thing?" He gave your face another hard slap.

You pulled your head back, grunting and narrowing your eyes at him. You pressed your hands into his nasty shirt, but instead of trying to push him away, you latched onto his shirt, refusing to let go of him.

"Mmhmm, don't really wanna leave ol' Bob, do ya? Wanna stay and be an obedient lil' fuck doll for me, don't ya? Must really be a little slut to let a filthy old man use you up like this," he chuckled, grabbing your face again, pressing his fingers into the hollows of your cheeks.

The drool from his mouth was still running out in string after string. It had all but coated your naked thighs at this point. All of it felt so wrong, and as much as you tried to hold yourself back, you couldn't help but obey his every command, like a dog waiting for a treat.

You stared up at him for a moment, the two of you seemingly in a standoff as you blinked at him. You gave him two, slow nods of your head as he was looking at you as if he was actually expecting an answer from you. He pulled his hands away from you face, reaching down to grasp at your panties, ripping them clean off of your body. He brought them back up to his face, pressing them against his nose as he inhaled deeply, giving you the same sinister smile.

"I'd gag that little mouth of yours with these, but I think I'd rather hear your screams," he laughed, narrowing his eyes again as he pocketed the garment.

The fear and arousal was still coursing through you, it was stronger than ever at this point, and this man seemed to be able to sense it. He seemed to be playing on both of the emotions to excite any kind of reaction from you, because to him, they were one in the same, and either way, he loved it, that was obvious.

He pressed himself back against your bare cunt this time, one of his hands darting back down between your legs to press against your swollen clit, forcing a moan out of you while the other hand grabbed your throat again, giving it a hard squeeze.

"Look at you, all wet and needy..," he purred, grabbing you by the hair as he pulled you off the table.

He didn't bother to help you as you stumbled to your knees, but it's clear that's exactly how he wanted you as he reached up to unzip his pants, his other hand still firmly grasping your hair. You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes again as he pulled his hard, waiting cock out of his pants. It was like his tongue, it was abnormal and didn't seem entirely human.

"Be a good girl for me and suck my cock now..," he ordered, yanking you forward, pressing the tip of the pre-cum leaking, swollen head against your lips. "No teeth, bitch. Remember what I said about ripping them out."

Again, it wasn't a question, he pressed his cock into your lips, prying them apart as he slipped himself in, giving a thrust of his hips, gliding his way back into your throat, making you gag at the sudden intrusion.

Your salivary glands worked overtime as saliva accumulation in your mouth, seeping out the sides of your lips around his massive cock while he grabbed the back of your head with both hands, giving his hips a roll as he started fucking your throat. He let out a wicked laugh each time he made you gag. This was disgusting, he was disgusting, and you felt so sick to your stomach, but so turned on for this evil man.

Your cunt began to ache with such a ferocity that you felt like you needed something filling you now, like you couldn't wait a second longer for whatever he wanted to do to you. You reached down, running your fingers between your folds until you found that sensitive bundle of nerves that had was now swollen and hard beneath your fingers. You rubbed circles around it, bucking your own hands against your hips as you moved your head along with Bob's thrusts, moaning softly as you took his inhuman cock in as far as it would go down your throat.

"I didn't say you could play with that filthy little cunt of yours, now did I?" You heard Bob's gravelly voice sound from above you.

You only rolled your eyes up to him to see a sneer on his face. He yanked your hair roughly, giving the side of your face another smack as he bucked his hips violently. His cock sank deeper into your throat, making you cough and gag again as he fucked your throat relentlessly.

Your nails dug into the dusty wooden floor beneath. Your cunt and mouth both dripping now as he did exactly what he wanted to do to you. The saliva was pouring out of your mouth in long strings, running down your body as you tried to do your best to time your breathing with his strokes. Your face was growing red and even more heated. The sweat beaded up on your brow as your body begged for oxygen. Bob only watched on in pleasure as were you damn near close to passing out as he continued fucking your throat with wreckless intent, not giving a shit of you could breathe or not. Truthfully, if you had passed out, you were positive it wouldn't stop him.

When he finally got bored with it, he jerked you back by your hair, pulling his cock free from your mouth, pushing you back down to the floor, making you land on your ass. You laid back on the floor, coughing and gasping, trying to catch your breath. All of the air coming back into your body all at once left you feeling dazed.

You laid there, half suffocated, with a sheen of sweat and saliva coating your body. Bob looked on at you silently for a moment, admiring his handy-work.

"Such a greedy whore, trying to play with your cunt without my permission," he said, his heavy brow locked in a scowl.

He reached down to pull you up by your arms, spinning you on your heel before he pushed you forward into the table so hard that it scraped against the floor as it was pushed forward. He pushed your head down into the wood, making you bend over for him as he pressed his body into yours. You could feel his cock pressing right into your entrance. He grabbed you by the hair again, pulling it taut against your skull, giving your ass a hard slap. The stinging sensation made you cry out as you pushed your hips backward, grinding against his throbbing cock.

"Such a whore," he noted, watching you writhe against his length. "Think I should punish you, hmm? What should I do.. Spank you?" He gave yet another, even harder slap to your ass, digging his nails into the skin. "Or, maybe...," he trailed of with an mischievous giggle as he brought his thumb up to his lips, letting the drool dripple out onto it as he reached down, pushing his thumb past your cheeks to press it hard into your asshole. "Maybe I should fuck this tight little ass of yours, huh? Make you scream bloody goddamn murder while I stretch all of your holes out with my cock."

You grunted, moving your body forward to get his hand away from you, but he held it firmly in place. You shook your head at him, as much as you could with him holding your head down anyway.

"No.. P-please," you stuttered as your body began to shake with fear and excitement.

"Mmm, that scare you, pretty thing?" He huffed, pulling his hand away from your ass. "Maybe next time.. Besides, you smell so good, I want to get a taste of you first."

Next time?

He finally released your hair, letting you move your head around freely as he bent down on one knee. He grasped your ass with both hands, spreading you apart, exposing all of you to him as he spit directly on your cunt. He used one of his hands to gather the saliva on his fingers, spreading it all around your sensitive clit, lips, and up to your asshole again.

It was all wrong, so fucking wrong.

He pressed his face into your pussy, letting his tongue delve inside of your core as he flicked it around, tasting every bit of you as his bottom lip rubbed against your sensitive clit. You moaned, digging your nails into the table this time as you purposely widened your stance for him, giving your hips the smallest grind as you leaned back into the grip he had on your ass.

He pulled you back into his hold, forcing his tongue as far inside you as it would go. You could feel the drool and your own secretions running down the inside of your thighs while he made a mess of you. The sound of his mouth slurping and sucking at your pussy was gross, and you should have found it gross, because you were letting some perverted stranger have his way with you, but you were too far gone in your pleasure to even have the slightest semblance of giving a fuck anymore.

He finally pulled his tongue out of your core, running his tongue along the outside lips as he then shoved his fingers inside of you. They moved and stretched your pussy for him as he curled those long fingers to press into your g-spot, with his tongue trailing upwards until it reached your asshole. He pressed his tongue into that sensitive, tight ring of muscle, massaging with his tongue as he pumped his fingers in and out of you roughly. It left you feeling more than just a little exposed.

You whined, dragging your nails even further into the table as you placed your head down out of sheer embarrassment. No one had ever treated you like this, or done these kinds of things to you before, and having this old bastard do it to you now was making you feel things you never felt before.

It was almost like an awakening.

You wanted him to treat you like a whore, and to keep doing these nasty things to you.

"Still a shy thing, aren't ya?" Bob sighed, clearly sensing your bashfulness.

Before you could get too into what he was doing, he ripped both his hand and tongue away from you, snaking his skinny body back up yours. He grabbed your hair again, yanking you back by it, forcing you to bend your head back for him as he shoved his wet fingers into your mouth, making you taste yourself on him.

"That's right, slut, taste yourself," he croaked, his thumb curling down to press into the bottom of your jaw.

You could feel his cock pressing itself against your entrance again, and you shifted your stance onto your toes, raising yourself up to grind against it. All you wanted him to do now was to fuck you into this table like the whore that he said you were. You wanted him to humiliate you and hurl those nasty obscenities at you.

"Mmm, maybe not so shy after all, little girl," he groaned, pulling you up by the hair so your back was pressed into his chest. "Is this what you want, hmm? You like being a nasty little cumslut for me, don't ya?"

"Yes.. Yes, I do," you finally admitted, groaning softly as he pressed his cock into you again.

"That's what I thought.. Knew you'd stop fighting me soon enough, the good little whores always do for daddy," he praised, pressing his face into your hair, inhaling deeply.

He bucked his hips against you again, reaching down with his free hand to line his cock with your entrance before plunging his hips forward, burying his length inside your pussy all at once. You cried out, startled by the sudden uncomfortable pressure of his cock stretching you open. He rocked his hips against you, wasting none of his time in getting you adjusted. You getting pleasure out of this was your own luck. He was here to satisfy himself, and that had been obvious from the beginning.

"Good girl," he grunted gruffly, shoving your head back down to the table. "So tight.. so wet. Don't think I'm gonna want to let you go, even after I fill you up with my cum, and leave you in a pathetic mess."

Your body was shaking and weak as he rammed his cock into you, bottoming out with each thrust as he hit your cervix violently. It hurt, but it also felt so fucking good to have him fill you like you've never been before. You were atleast glad you had a table to lay across once your legs felt like they were giving out.

Bob pounded into you, the only sounds in the room were your moaning cries and his ferocious grunts and growls as a slew of obscenities left his lips, the sound of his skin slapping against yours was a melody of the most primal kind.

The tears were streaming down your cheeks once more as you felt that familiar, tight knot in your stomach ready to snap at a moment's notice, but it too was a different kind than you've ever felt. You could already tell that this was going to be intense, and it was somewhat concerning for you. You were coming to the end, you you knew without a doubt that there wasn't much more you could take.

This man had indeed used you up.

Your breathing became very labored, and your moans were nothing more now than choked out whimpers as you laid there, waiting for that coil in your stomach to break.

"You gonna cum for me, pet? This what you like? Being treated like cocksleeve." He growled, thrusting his hips against yours in rapid succession as he reached out to wrap his hands around your throat again, purposely choking you. "You gonna cum on an old man's cock like the worthless cunt you are?

"Ye- yes.. Yes.. I'm going to cum," you choked out, your throat was already raw and burning from his earlier actions.

"Then fucking do it, babydoll. Now, before I change my mind and pull my cock out to cum on that pretty face of yours," he spat at you, slapping your ass again as he pressed you into the table.

Your orgasm crashing down onto you like a tone of bricks. Your whole body tensed up, leaving you rigid as you screamed, with your belly heaving and your vision going black for a moment as you came hard. Your walls contracted so tightly around his cock that you could feel him throbbing inside of you, drenching his cock as a gush of your release soaked his cock and slacks as it flowed down your legs.

"Oho, look at you, nasty girl," he growled, still slamming his hips into you. "You're making such a mess of yourself.. Now I'm gonna fill you up."

He grunted, pulling you up to his chest, shoving his fingers down into your mouth again as he pounded you, his rhythm and pace becoming completely erratic as he growled into your ear, wheezing, with saliva dribbling onto your neck. His other hand reached up to squeeze and press into your breasts, alternative between the two of them as he pinched one of your nipples. The jerking of his hips finally faltered as he pushed you back down to the table, a loud, feral grunt escaping him as you felt him release his seed deep into your aching cunt.

He took a moment to collect himself before pulling out of you. His cum was seeping out of you now, and you were a wet, disgusting mess, with your whole body being coated with a mixture of body fluids from the two of you.

Bob grabbed you by the hair again, lifting you up only to push you back down to the ground again. You had no chance of breaking your fall even if you tried. You were completely exhausted and mentally drained at this point.

"No, I don't think I will let you go," he cooed, leering down at you, admiring the mess that he had made out of you.

He wasn't gonna let you go, and truth be told, you weren't sure you even wanted to leave. You looked up at him wantonly, blinking a few times. All you wanted to do was please him, you wanted his praise.

"Now, why don't you sit there for a while and think about how what you've done," he gave you that same eerie smile.

"Really?" Your lip curled up in disgust.

"Yes, unless you want another punishment. Be a good little girl for me, and I might let you clean yourself off.. Be bad, and I guess I'll just have to tie you up somewhere." he narrowed his eyes at you.

You sighed, giving him a nod that you understood as you leaned back onto the ground, too tired to even stand up or even really worry about what he was gonna do next.

He hummed at you, "Go ahead.. Rest up, pretty thing. You're gonna need it."

Soon enough, he had disappeared from the room, but he'd be back, and that was the only thing you were sure of.

[pen-dragone]

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